for edges, for lines, for those
close by and long gone
close by and long gone
The souls of Aunt Saretta and Grandpa are possibly skipping together in the ether at this moment. Lillian, my grandmother, her sister, his wife, grieves, contemplates, reflects, makes peace. She is good at that these days. Markers of change, so many lately. Infusing my being. Soon, nothing will be as it was.
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